The one thing I learned this weekend

Despite all the irritating nonsense we all went through late last week and the other stuff I'd rather not discuss, I did learn something.

In the age of spice routes- when pepper was worth its weight in gold- anything to make a dry, rotting piece of meat taste better improved a family's quality of life. And they would do anything to acquire the spice. They would even force their children to cry by scaring them or hurting their feelings so they could bottle the tears to perk up the meal.